The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1887-11-12
IN THE STREETS.
The Scenes and Events Of a Memora-
BILE Dav.

Quiet prevailed in the down town
streets all day. An cmnipresent air of sup
pressed excitement prevailed everywhere.
The moments crcpt on like hours. A dozen
men, on reserve, in the central squad room,
sat around in moody silence. reading the pa
pers and conversing in whispers. At the
armory the great hall was clothed in semi
darkness, all the blinds being closed. On
the benches along the walls fifty uniformed
officers sat or lay full length to catch a few
minutes rest. In front of the station stood
three patrol wagons, and in the barn was
another in readiness. The news Of Mrs.
Parsons's arrest caused momentary ripple
OF excitement. AT the announcement the
strained nerves of the men seemed to throb
under suppressed excitement. THAT wom-
an is more to be feared than a thousand
rioters, said one. Little groups of men
congregated on the street corners at IL
o'clock. In the otherwise almost deserted
corridors OF City Hall, men consulted their
now," said someone coming from the tele-
phone room. The hushed expectancy in
creased, but when the news of the end final
ly reached the public there was but little ex-
element Extra copies of the afternoon pa
pers were eagerly bought. that was all Bus
mess soon went on as usual. Around the
jail was military scene. Over 800 police,
all armed with repeating rifles, kept guard
In the streets block away from the Jail.
Along Clark street, at Michigan and ILL
nois, along Dearborn street. at Indiana,
along State street, at Illinois and Michigan,
on Dearborn avenue and at King street.
ropes were run across the street to keep the
crowds back early in the morning The po-
nee were placed ON guard as early as 3
O'CLOCK thousand persons fingered
around the picket line. Dozens of officers,
with repeating rifles, were stationed on the
top OF the criminal court and surrounding
bulidings, Instructed to watch every avenue
leading to the Jail. OF the hundreds of win
dows opening upon streets patroled by the
police. there was not one which was not
watched with Jealous eyes; not one that
could not have been riddled with bullets.
had occasion required.
Lucy Parsons In CUSTODY.
Al about o'clock Mrs. Parsons. with red
glistening eyes and dressed in widows
weeds, accompanied by her two children. a
boy and girl of tender years, and closely
followed by Mrs Holmes, ex-editor of the
Alarm, Mrs. Fischer, Miss Engel and one
other woman, appeared before the police at
the corner of Clark and Michigan streets.
She was stopped by the police and informed
that she could 60 no farther. Il must 90"
she cried, as her G dark eyes flashed. Il am
Lucy Parsons; These s are my children. We
father" .'Its impossible" exclaimed two
officers. mo one can pass here. Entrance
81 vii viii % 90" % exclaimed ME- s'rges Psrso
with determined effort, she darted under
the ropes. I'm an instant, four stalwart
officersihad her in hand. She was lifted over
the ropes you mnst obey the law" thew
said, 'or it may 60 hard with you." "The
law?" she yelled, "what do | care for lawP
Ny husband is being murdered Shoot me,
kill me, if you will. She finally succumbed,
and turned to go. Together with the two
little children struggling behind, they walk
ed down Clark street to Kinzie, and thence
around to Dearborn Avenue. A large crowd
followed. On she went until she met an
other Gordon of police and another rope.
Her resistance was here so Stubborn that
Capt. Buckley ordered her arrested and a
call sent for the East Chicago Avenue patrol
wagon. The four prisoners were
led to the corner of Illinois street and
Dearborn Avenue and the wagon drew up.
Little Albert Parsons Jr., and his still
smaller sister were lifted in, and while